Continue from Paris, Part One: Les Jongleurs
Sunday was quite a relaxed day that started with a rush to get to Saint Sulpice church, for an organ concert Leon was absolutely reluctant to miss. All five of us, we actually attended to the whole mass: organ was playing before, during, and half an hour after.
The church had quite an interesting façade. Mix it with the naves of Notre-Dame, the astonishing stained-glass windows of Saint Chapelle, and add some of the colours from Saint Eustache, and you will get a terrible mélange of all the stereotypical French churches that wouldn’t fit all together but alone are just unique, as each one of the churches of Paris. Really, read a bit about history of church architecture and then just go to Paris.
But talking about architectural wonders, consider the two big domes here as well: Pantheon, and Les Invalides. Leon and me visited the former wth Juanjo – while Jorge was on Mont-Saint-Michel –, a building that holds the tombs of a lot – a lot! – of important French personalities, including Maria Skłodowska Curie, whose name was misspelled as Sklodowska and cordially corrected by some gracious man with a marker. Leon and me visited the latter after the organ concert – while Jorge was with some date at Rodin museum – just to wonder which country I have to conquer to get a grave like that one. Worth mentioning, the whole bas-relieves surrounding him are nothing but a messianic – and still not too inaccurate – apology of all his successes and accomplishments. And in just one building, we visited the Emperor, a king of Spain and Naples, a king of Westphalia, and a king of Rome.
Let’s remark now Montmartre. The quarter was particularly full of street artists, tons of them offering portraits or architectural drawings. Shall we consider it an ideas-gathering for our calligraphy? We climbed up to the Sacré-Cœur with our bikes, to find such a neo-byzantine church whose four towers had a particularly interesting feature ‑can you find out what’s it?
We left the city on Monday, me being sure that’s a city I’ll be back, even if it is only to bring more of my mother’s cakes to Juanjo, with an excited Leon who was finally starting his trip: at that point, Jorge and me already had circa 750km.